Bocchi the Love Story!

Omake the Sequel: More Short Stories!

But hey! Stock knowledge is always welcome, am I right?

" Well...if you insist so much, then I suppose it wouldn't hurt to tell you."

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( Osaka High, senior year.... )

" Gotou-kun, skipping class again, are we?" Michiyo puts a hand to her hip. But she wasn't at all mad at this very familiar scene, a scene that'd been played out plenty of times since her high school years began.

The only feeling she could get from this is a warm nostalgia with a hint of bittersweetness that this may be the last year she'd get to see him.

The boy, a couple of meters away from her, stopped strumming his beloved guitar and turns his attention to Michiyo, gazing at her through his bangs ( to which many teachers constantly told him to cut it off, but after enough stubborness they eventually gave up and left him be.)

The boy, Gotou Naoki, grins a bit.

" The old you would've never agreed to meet with me here during class hours." He called her out on that.

" The old you would've never called me here in the first place." She shoots back, taking slow steps towards him, that in his eyes; were so goddamn attractive. " So what changed?"

Naoki swallows a lump down his throat, a hue of red shading his cheeks before he breaks eye contact with her ( well, at least that's how Michiyo assumes it to be considering 90% of the time she's forced to stare at his bangs-- )

" Ah-- well...I thought it'd be fitting to have one last scolding from you before we graduate..." He fumbled in his tone.

Michiyo giggles behind the palm of her hand. " Is that all?" She asked. Honestly, she expected just a bit more from the boy she's come to love.

Granted, he doesn't know she loves him. And she would rather slice her belly open than ever tell him THAT of all things.

He snaps his head to her in panic.

" NO! A-Actually I--..uh..." Damn it, he couldn't get the words out properly! " That's-- t-that's not why I called you here...I still....have....something to say..." he mumbled.

Michiyo tilts her head curiously. Her interest has been piqued, perhaps there was something more from him.

" What is it?" She asked gently. Despite the boy looking like a typical rock band delinquent, there's actually a suprising quirk to him. 

And that is his tendency to fumble when it comes to speaking feelings.